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Gather-me-grandchildren if you love a good mystery
gather-me-grandchildren for a little church history
it's 2044
you're avoiding our turn-of-the-century ways
How did we strike it rich?
kissing up to the powerful
how did we make our pitch?
satellites by the towerful
why do you young people have to go and get caught up in a radical phase?
My conscience was clear and my wallet was full
i didn't hear none of this "sacrifice" bull
tough times call for a backtrack
gimme that old-time easy listening
Cuddle up, yeah, yeah
12 hours, twice a day
cuddle up, yeah, yeah
simmer down
attaway
Color me old-fashioned, but i still remember when
the sermons were affirming, 'cause the lord liked us better then
it's 2044
and i don't want to be my brother's keeper no more
Color me chicken yellow if i liked it in the ozone
call me lemon jello if i lacked a little backbone
we're king's kids, dang it
and we used to know what a housekeeper was for